Sunday Talkin Draft Day

[Intro]
Hold on, is that Racki?
Yeah, Sunday talkin'

[Chorus]
They done let that boy slide through the crack of the 'crete
In the back of the 'bach movin' slow with a creep
You watchin' a mastermind, please take a seat
London vibes ready to fuck, just 'cause I speak
Oops, I mean preach, talk rather slick
"Open that pit!" Got your heart racin' quick
Whoever ridin' with me forever gon' hit
Once you up them M's, your name start to stick

[Verse 1]
Then it all click, pretty boy stat line giving all access to this shit
They be like "Draft, do you got time?" (Yeah)
And it all dеpends
I don't need no more friends, I don't need no morе bitches
Im counting my ends til' that clock hit the end
I could be on the highest diving board right now, I'll still jump in that water, bitch
I'm 'crete strong, magnificent
They not like us, they ain't got no sense, nigga, yeah

[Bridge]
Nigga don't get scared now, nigga
Yeah, yeah, It's us
Wee, wee, wee